YN'S POV:-

Gripping my forearm, Jungkook pulled me to a corner, where the people were less likely to pry and was quite shadowed with the heavy curtains against the great glass walls of the west side.

"I'm not sure if there is anything to talk about." I said in a mannered voice.

"You've learned to talk." He grumbled letting off of my arm. He pulled me to flush against his chest by my waist instead. "Hai un odore ." He rasped, pushing his face between the gap of my shoulder and neck.

(You smell rather delicious.)

I melted.

But I knew better.

He was here, the very reason I left was clinging to his arm like her life depended on him.

Mustering strength on both of my hands I pushed on his chest.

If anything his hold got even stronger.

Maybe a year earlier, I would have given up but now the only thing I feel by his closeness is suffocation.

Cause he lied to me. "Un amico bugiardo è peggio di un nemico." Was what Papa told me almost once a day since I got here.

(A liar friend is worse than an enemy)

And I'm going to try and hold him up to it.

Jungkook was a liar, a cheat. And the worst part was that he didn't have any regrets.

And I am not seeing any signs of it either.

I pushed against him once again.

This time he removed his hand and stepped away a little bit.

"You've grown, little girl." I could feel his eyes linger on my chest area a bit before his dark eyes moved all over my body from the curve of my shoulders to my breast, my hips and then back up at my eyes.

He was fucking me with his eyes and as double standard by body is it was reacting the very way and suddenly the air conditioning seemed poor compared to the heat strokes I was getting.

Protective, I crossed my arms over my chest and looked him in the eye.

"You're still mad." He admitted with a sigh.

"I'm not mad." I said calmly. "I'm done."

"Done?"

"Done with you and your way of activities."

He chuckled but it wasn't of the one that expressed amusement, it expressed his pride and arrogance. He leaned closer to my face.

His minty breath tickled the soft skin of my ear lobe. "You can never be done with me, little one. You're mine."

When he pulled out, he was smirking.

"I think you're done with me too." I said ignoring his statement.

He chuckled once again. "I'm far away from being done with you, my kitty."

Now that I notice Jungkook had nicely trimmed facial hair. His face had a small almost invisible scar.

There was something scary about him, now then before. Something more controlling.

I'd like to leave. I've got work to do." I said.

"I'll let you leave once I'm done, kitty." He said as he pulled me by my waist against him. He shoved his face against my neck, kissing the soft skin, nibbling it and sucking on gently.

Something inside me stirs, deep from sleep as I feel all the old feelings re-appear. Those butterflies and all too familiar knots inside me. All those sweet tormenting sensations that he gave me days and nights. The bittersweet torture inside me surfaces once again as his lips glide down, to my shoulders.

But the pain that came along pushes all the feelings aside and I push against him.

He lets go, but reluctantly. His face presents a scowl.

"Oh. Kitty." He chuckles. "You're still mad."

I roll my eyes as I turn to leave. But he pulls me back grabbing my wrist.

"Baby girl, you know better than to roll your eyes at me."

"But trust me Jungkook , you don't want to talk to me like that." I say slowly as I free my wrist from his grip.

"You can't walk away from me, Yn." He whispered, but it was as deadly as the shine in his eyes. "And you know that too. You're still mine and you know it."

"Then prove it." I snap. "Prove it that I am yours and you belong to me"

He frowns. A loss for words.

"Say to Cara's face that you're mine." I hissed. "Act like I am yours. Don't just say...let me see that you want me and only me."

With that being said I turn and huff and walk toward the kitchens where I ought to be.

The inside of the grand kitchen is a mess, about ten cooks are running back and forth with trays of desert.

"How are we going?" I ask Isla who was almost teary eyed seeing me.

"I think we're okay." She sniffs.

"Okay." I smile as I look through the stations and help some of them.

Almost an hour goes by in the kitchen the main food has been served and the deserts are still going and now that I noticed we were not only short on Tiramisu but also in another batch of coconut biscuits and so the most of the time was gone in that but then again biscuits doesn't take too much time to bake.

And after the plating and serving of desert and finding out that everything turned out as good as planned I breathe a sigh of relief and hug Isla who looked remotely less tense.

The conversation held between me and Jungkook is almost forgotten as I walk between the long dinner tables and ask the guest if the food was okay and the desserts as I come across the table that seated the De'Jeon family.

"It's amazing, Yn." Sarah said.

"Absolutely delicious." Luciano De'Jeon grinned and before saying, "God bless you, sweet girl."

I thanked them and moved on next but not ignoring the holes Jungkook was burning though my skin.

It was late at night when we arrived at the estate and mind you I was to the bone tired cause unlike Rico I had to go to the kitchens and basically supervise things myself while he wasted his lucky ass away with girls dressed in slutty clothes that would put prostitutes in shame.

"Can you make me something? I am hungry." Rico mumbled before I could even take off my shoes.

Papa went straight to bed as we came.

"How come you're still hungry after all the things you ate?" I snap.

Rico follows me to the kitchen and shares my doughnuts. I glare at him.

"I saw you..." He says gravely. "With Don De'Jeon."

"Huh?" I gasp.

I mean... I hadn't told him anything and stuff. They only knew that I stayed in the De'Jeon estate and stuff. I told papa everything excluding the Jungkook part.

"I don't know what history you have but it looked pretty intense from where I heard..."

"Why would you listen to it... ... Rico it's not nice to listen to other people talking secretly."

"I don't know if he is the reason you were depressed when you came here last year. I even don't know if he was the reason you left the States to find pop........." He sighs ignoring me, running a hand through his hair.

Though I am still glaring, inside I am scared as hell cause Rico is never serious. He is never grave and I have never seen his always smiling eyes to be shadowed like this as it is now.

"He's bad news, Yn." He sighs.

"Why would you say so?" I asked, chewing my doughnut and swallowing it.

Clearly by the confidence Rico held showed that he knew Jungkook much more than I did. I mean... obviously they've met before since they handle two of the Mafia families all by themselves. They ought to meet and get on together, however his next words told me perfectly how true my thinking was.

"Clearly you only know what he's told you, don't you?" Rico mumbles. "He's fucked up more then he lets anybody know. He's insane." Rico grits out the last part.

I sigh. "Are you gonna tell me, why is he's 'bad news' instead of giving mixed signals?" I ask. "I'm tired and I'd like to go to bed." Truth to be told I was getting pretty nervous by the passing second and quite possibly scared, cause what I'd the news travelled as far to papa?

And Rico's confidence only ignited the nervousness by a couple notches.

"He's killed more than you can count and he isn't hesitant to do so... He had this girl friend who is he was supposed to marry but someone tipped him off saying that she was

passing some news to the rival or shit like that, and he didn't think twice to shoot her straight between her eyes." Rico sighs, running a hand through his now messy hair.

He's been doing that a lot since we started talking.

"You get it Yn? He didn't even bother to look for proof that she was selling information. He just shot her, just like that." He muses.

I nod. At this point any of my emotions are not surfacing me as I look at Rico and hang on to every word I say. I mean... Jungkook never tried to put a bullet in my head. He was quite good. We went quite well till the choking incident came up.

"And if he's not as fucked up as he is when he's in the underworld, I don't think you can still trust him." He sighs.

"He isn't like other guys, commitment doesn't bind him, it'll be you today and someone else right tomorrow morning. And someone else the next day. He's like that...... He can't love. He'll probably marry and you make you give him an heir or two and then your life will be a housewife in one corner of his huge castle while he's off

Lord knows what."

"I've stayed with him, Rico." I whisper. "And... I don't think he's like that......... I mean... ... ..."

"He'd come to bed every night and he's caring." I say looking at my half eaten doughnut.

I just want to finish my sweets and go to bed. I sigh.

"You're so sure, sissy. How much do you know about him?"

I gape at him after he throws the question in a weird manner.

I mean...now that I look at the time before, I never did know too much about Jungkook .

Nothing. Not even his favourite food. But all the time we were at it, it felt good. I felt good with him.

I felt he cared for me.

But surely all that caring stuff was just after he's done something that he's regretted. Like after he choked me, he got me chocolates and after he..........cheated? Is that the correct word for it?

I mean he slept with Cara, twice that I know of while I was sharing a bed with him... that's cheating... isn't it?

But he still got me out of the whore house and gave me a nice bed to sleep in, slept with me without sex, bought me clothes and whatever I wanted. He even gave his money to me so that I can travel to Italy.

"And you'd claim that he's never done anything that made you think, probably he doesn't feel for you as deeply as probably you do?" Rico asks, at his point he is gripping my hands tightly.

I think about the time he choked me and then when I found him and Cara together half baked in his office room.

Biting my lip, I nod.

"He has ever given you a reason to doubt?" He asks again. Rico's eyes looking at me while mine still cast downward at the plate that hold my doughnut.

"He did." I whisper, unable to stop the single tear dropping from my eye to my cheek.

"Has he hurt you, Yn?" His voice gains seriousness. "In any way?”

I look up to him and see his friendly eyes swarming in seriousness. I nod, tentatively.

He draws a long breath. "You want to tell me?" He asks after a pause.

And so I do, I tell him everything from the beginning. How Jungkook saw and how I was brought to the estate where we bonded more than ever and how everything fell apart. Anyhow, I landed in Italy.

"Man!" Rico laughs nervously while I am a mess trying to stop my tears and the jam in my nose that is making my breaths come out in ugly snorts. "And here I thought you just came looking for pop."

I nod, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

"Don't do it!" Rico shrieks. "Dude, that's gross!"

I sniff.

"Come on!" He gets up, the friendly shine back in his eyes. "You need some sleep. I'll walk you up to your room."

Sniffing, I get up and walk to my room with Rico walking beside me. For once, silent.

Once we reach my door I give him a hug and wish goodnight.

Being at least ten inches taller than me, Rico pats my head and says, "I'm here if you need someone to talk to."

"Hmm." I mumble slipping inside the door.

I walk up to the bathroom removing my dress and expensive undergarments in the process.

I dress in a big soft t-shirt after my bath before climbing up to my heavenly bed. Turning to my phone I found some texts. One of them being from Salvatore. It said,

"Are you free for our drop out ice-cream meeting tomorrow?"

The whole conversation with Jungkook swims back to my head.

The way he kept telling me I was his and he was not yet done with me.

Honestly, those words he said before didn't scare me, but after I heard Rico saying what he did, all the fear rushed to my head, making me a mess.

But without thinking twice, I texted a yes to Salvatore...but in either way I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep.

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The ice cream outing with Salvatore was amazing.

The fact that it wasn't only ice-cream made it more amazing and fresh.

We went to a movie at first. It was some sci-fi.

And then went for ice-cream. Though it was dinner time when we decided to head back he said "I am by no chance buying you dinner cause I only bought you for ice-cream."

"I never asked." I replied with an air of surprise because I was thinking he'll be more gentleman-ish and ask me for dinner but he dismissed the idea.

"Yeah?" Salvatore said with his eyes straight on the dark road and lips giving just a small hint of a smile. "I just cleared off, so you don't get the wrong idea."

I laughed.

He dropped me home and we fidgeted over goodnight and I went inside where the drama started.

Jungkook was sitting on a chair, his arms around the arm rest of the chair using it like a throne.

The ankle of his right foot resting on his left knee.

"So you've been out, little girl?" He said. His voice was awfully calm and controlled.

"What's it to you?" I snapped before taking off my wedges.

Which I realised was not a good idea. I was pushing my luck way further with him than I should.

For all I know, he could snap just like that.

"You've been out with another man." He said with the same calm voice.

"I was out with a friend." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Friend?" He tested the word and about time I found a half drank whiskey bottle on the centre table. I rolled my eyes.

Typical.

Without any further advancement, about my outing I turned and walked the length of the hall and almost put my foot on the first stair to go to my room.

Almost.

But life has been almost my way. The bitch.

"I didn't say you could leave, kitty. Did I?" He asks again.

I halt. I roll my eyes, partially thankful that he can't see me doing so.

"Come here." He orders and something in my body complies.

So unknowingly I find myself following his orders and turning in his direction and walking up to him.

His posture remains the same as he motions me to come closer to him.

This time I won, taking control of my body and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Come here, kitty." He says. "I'm not going to repeat."

I keep my arms crossed around my chest fighting my body reacting to his every command.

My body is such a whore sometimes when it comes to trust.

I roll my eyes.

"Kitty." He warns again.

I huff realising that he isn't going to let me go to my room in peace without throwing a fit.

So I walked over to him. He pats his thighs. Rolling my eyes I settle myself on top of his lap.

He settles himself so I am comfortable and his jeans covered cöck is directly beneath my ass.

I find myself shifting so that there is a little bit of distance between our...... body parts.

It's a bit too early for that.

"Who were you out with?" He asks wrapping one of his arm around my back pressing me more to his chest then I already was. The once so familiar ceder musk sent engulf me, and the then feeling of being in love and protection comes back to me as I try to get more of the scent that once provided me so much comfort.

Seems it hasn't changed. My body still reacts the same way it used to.

"Kitty." He sighs, tightening his hold around me.

"Hmm?" I answer.

"Who were you out with?"

"A friend." I hesitate. Because surely our untimely outings were more than friends.

And...we, me and Salvatore were nothing like friends. There would be these small innocent gestures from me and him that can be taken as flirting and stuff... friends don't flirt.

But ignoring all those I answered with a friend. Cause I don't want Jungkook to flip if anything.

But a new thought nags me. Am I leading Salvatore on? I can't deny that I like Salvatore, probably not as I like Jungkook but in a weird way, that seems pure. And loving Jungkook seems so wrong. Almost a sin.

But Salvatore has a positive vibe.

I sigh.

"I'm tired." I mumble. "Where's papa and Rico?"

"They'll be back later." Jungkook said. "Had a meeting with some associates.”

"Oh." I mumble. "Then...how come you are here, alone?"

"I've stayed here alone before." He mutters, sighing.

"Are the rest of the family here too?" I ask.

"No." He replies. "They all flew black to the States this morning."

"Why'd you stay." I ask though I know the answer.

But it'd feel good to me by heating it from him. There's this savage urge for that. To make him feel guilty...but there's Salvatore again who is really sweet. I just hope he doesn't end up hurt.

"I have my most prized possession here, after all." He sighs running a hand through his messy hair.

I look at his face closely. There is this invisible shadow of aging covering his beautiful sharp face.

"You change your hair." I mumble.

"You liked me more with my long hair?" He chuckles.

I'd like you anyway I can get you. I wanted to say but stayed quiet.

He has to feel how much he's hurt me, from time to time.

"I'm going to bed." I declare climbing down from his lap.

"Can I come too?" His voice is normal. But it had a playful edge to it.

"No." I said. "The guest rooms are always prepared."

"Baby..."

"No Jungkook ." I snap.

"Okay. Okay. I'll take the guest room." He sighs getting up.

I walk upstairs to my room after picking up my shoes and purse.

Changing into a soft camisole and frilly shorts I slip inside my furry blanket and curl up.

Sometime around the night Rico comes in and asks if I am okay with the monster sleeping in the guest room.

I reply that I have shared a bed with the monster so yeah.

He laughs and leaves after putting a cookie jar on the bedside table saying he got them handmade from whoever...

I drift off thinking about clearing things off with Salvatore so he doesn't get the wrong idea. But I really like him...

But whether you believe Jungkook or not my mind is totally messed up . My inner girl mumbled waking up from her slumber and it's the first time I heard her since I left Jungkook .

Sighing I drift off.

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